Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.